Although she appeared to be "Blond Bimbo", inside her brain was the same sharp edges of intellect. The instructions about the penthouse were very vagu.... Why did she feel this overwhelming compulsion to go to Las Vegas. Why go to a specific Penthouse? How did that message get to me? Too many questions as she applied lipstick to her pouting lips. She laughed as she noticed the feigned indifference from businessman next to her on the plane. He was sweating from his forehead in attempted sexual. “I almost forgot.” I handed her the little box. She stared at it like she couldn’t believe it. I’d surprised her, oh boy had I.“Will you?” I said. She nodded, but it was a nervous nod. For some reason I felt uneasy.“Yes,” she said. I slid the ring gently onto her finger.“Marian, when we were in high school. I thought I loved you; now I know I do,” I said. “I trust you. There is nothing else more important than that, nothing.” She nodded.“I know,” she said. “I know.”We didn’t shack up together. Can you see anything she askedI shook my headI heard walk away from me , I then heard the buzz of the vibratorShe lifted my skirt and I felt the tip touch my balls like a electric shock , my knees buckled I bent back away from,Stand still, she pulled my skirt off , she then ran the vibrator all around my cock and balls Are you close to cumming she asked I muffled yes and nodded my head,She turned it offShe then pulled my tights and knickers down at the back and pushed my head forward bend. Must I forever be assigned second fiddle? Do I not have wants and needs, dreams and desires, hopes and aspirations? Is it not fair that I get a turn at being a conductor, a composer, an auteur? Don’t I have the right to a little attention?Nevertheless, I feel that I should apologise for what is about to happen. Even though I loathe my job I have always been a model employee; diligent, respectful and hardworking. I really don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve lost my head to lust, lost my heart.